Where The Angels' Voices Whisper

I stumbled to my feet.
I rode past destruction in the ditches with the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.
The palace of mirrors where dog soldiers are reflected, the endless road and the wailing of chimes,
the empty rooms where her memory is protected, where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

--Bob Dylan
(from "Changing of the Guards ")